Phonies clamor to film Salinger: Will J.D. Salinger's death finally green-light a movie of Catcher in the Rye? A purely speculative piece in the Telegraph says it may be so, though if anyone would have prohibited such a thing in his will, you'd think it would have been the hermit of Cornish. Especially since his death also screws up the casting, since the only person he considered worthy to play Holden was--no, not Ethan Hawke--Salinger himself. (Via the Rumpus)
"The last great paper trail": In further sifting of the leavings of deceased New Yorker icons, NYTBR editor Sam Tanenhaus got an early glimpse into the vast and unsurprisingly meticulous archives left to Harvard by John Updike:
And there is a memo from a researcher catching Updike up on current sales and commissions at Toyota franchises of the kind owned by the Angstrom family, along with photocopied pages from a handbook on car salesmanship, with Updike’s marginal notes, and several pages (obtained through the Federal Highway Administration) showing sample Florida license plates. Other folders include a jotted list of basketball moves (“double-pump lane jumper”) and a letter from Bob Ryan, a sportswriter for The Boston Globe, summarizing the career of the 1980s N.B.A. dunk-shot specialist Darryl Dawkins.
The French aren't always wrong: As the new adaptation of Jim Thompson's The Killer Inside Me nears release this weekend, the WSJ profiles the late, great Oklahoma noirist whose posthumous career was initially sustained by French translations and film adaptations.
The curious racket of the dogs in the night-time: Sherlock Holmes may have solved one of his most famous cases by noticing the dog that didn't bark, but everywhere else in modern fiction they are, apparently, raising a loud, if distant, ruckus: in Slate, novelist Rosecrans Baldwin has made a hilarious survey of the frequent use of the "Somewhere a dog barked" trope/narrative pause:
Perhaps distant dogs are a way for novelists to wink at one another, at their extraordinary luck for being allowed into the publishing club. When an author incorporates a faceless barking dog into his novel, he's like an amateur at Harlem's Apollo Theater rubbing the Tree of Hope—he does it because so many others have done it before him, and it might just bring him some luck.
Moving and shaking: A Globe and Mail profile of environmental scientist Vaclav Smil, the "most-published and least-known thinker in Canada" and a writer who apparently has Bill Gates's ear, is most likely what's sent his recent book, Global Catastrophes and Trends, up today's Movers & Shakers list.